In the midst of red evening, leaves fall from the sky,
Yielding lavish hues and vibrancy, to gathering dusk.
Under a pearl moon, twirling leaves wave goodbye,
To warmer, brighter, gold days, in the pale stardust.
Yielding lavish hues and vibrancy, to gathering dusk,
Pretty, migratory birds, are taking the longest flight,
To warmer, brighter, gold days, in the pale stardust,
And final blooms of the season, add a cool goodnight.
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haiku : hiku 2 : leaves
dew on washing line
leaves red open thirsty throats ~
veins release green blood
d
e
w
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Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
when red and purple leaves are falling.
Ungathered cherries hang in reverie!
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
engaged in multihued, cool creativity.
Goodbye violet birds skyrocket, calling!
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
when red and purple leaves are falling.
Fiery, sunset days of crackling autumn, such colors in trees-
birds of every hue, not to mention vibrantly, cascading leaves!
The bittersweet season's lingering, like moonlight on water.
The dry leaves are shaken off by the wind
The wind softly whispered in the tired of the dizzy climate
The land regenerates willingly on the animals that inhabit it
The leaves are ready and willing to be eaten by insects, worms and slugs
Trees that soar high reaching the sky have been tested by various storms as if they are still strong even though they are old but still protect every habitat below
them
His organs seemed willing to die and regenerate because that was the sacrifice of his life
When the harvest season arrives, it's not uncommon for him to be stoned or his
branches deliberately broken to get something, but he still reciprocates by giving the fruits he produces.
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haiku : hiku 2 : leaves
dew on washing line
leaves red open thirsty throats ~
veins release green blood
d
e
w
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Trembling fragile forms, moored to gangly twigs,
undulate in beckoning oscillation.
Surging neighbored clusters of swishing verdant sprigs
shape a canopy in leafy constellation.
Both by sky and contrasting clouds caressed,
they shiver and vibrate on unseen stems.
Floating entities, affixed nonetheless,
like taps of impressionist color gems.
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Beneath neon’s glare, a terrace blooms—
Not roots nor leaves, but plastic fruits conspire,
Their syrup drips in saccharine perfumes,
A trap for flies drunk on electric fire.
Concrete veins pulse with synthetic juice,
Glass thrones host lips that sip and never taste;
Each gulp a hymn to progress, yet obtuse—
Teeth rot as sweetness melts to chemical waste.
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Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
when red and purple leaves are falling.
Ungathered cherries hang in reverie!
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
engaged in multihued, cool creativity.
Goodbye violet birds skyrocket, calling!
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
when red and purple leaves are falling.
Opalescent leaves fall
outside summer's green door.
Outbound, a year sparkles
once age has come with grace.
Orange sun, red roses
of a starry evening.
Old age looks back, dreaming.